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thetavolution · 4 months

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I'm bringing my Tav-related stuff over here to not overload my regular tumblr haha.

First up is Tessa! More info:

I did borrow a lot of this profile layout from elfinbloodbag.

TESSA

Full name: Theresa Siân Chastain Name meaning:  Theresa: late summer; Siân: God is gracious; Chastain: chestnut Pronouns: She/Her Race: Human Age: 35 Orientation: Pansexual Romance: Gale Dekarios Class: Rogue Monk Subclass: Thief / Way of the Open Hand Origin: Criminal Theme song:  I Deserve to Bleed — Sushi Soucy / Used To Be Young — Miley Cyrus

Personality Despite being a professional thief, Tessa is a kind-hearted person. She always overflowing with joyful enthusiasm. Tessa is outgoing and funny. She’s the "mom friend" even if she hates it when people say that. She’s the one who takes care of everybody and tends to them physically and emotionally. Some say she missed her calling as a cleric.

She has a big heart and it’s easy to take advantage of it, especially with a good enough sob story. She has a good-natured sense of humor, but she's not averse to dark humor either. When she’s angry or hurt, or just talking to someone she hates, she can be particularly cold and scathing.

Tessa is far from morally perfect, of course. She’s made peace with stealing, focusing on targets that “deserve” it. That said, she doesn't believe in hoarding wealth. She keeps what she needs (with some left over as a little treat) and spreads the rest of it around to those who might need it.

She can get stuck on things, like an idea or desire. She'll become obsessed with it and remain laser focused on it to a fault.

Once you’re in her good graces, she is ride or die. While intelligent, she can be impulsive. She’ll realize how stupid her actions were after it’s too late to take it back. Going back to her motherly tendencies, she can also go full mama bear when loved ones are threatened.

She’s a romantic at heart and she’s looking for true love. Unfortunately, due to being so eager to find love, she’s jumped into some terrible relationships. Those closest to her will often acknowledge (or joke about) the fact that she overlooks a lot of red flags in the early stages of a relationship. (For Tom Cardy fans, she would be the one to date the person whose favorite film is Human Centipede.)

In her younger years, she was much more of a wild child which often comes back to bite her, especially when former lovers and enemies reappear in her life.

History Tessa was born in Bryn Shander, the largest of the Ten Towns in Icewind Dale. She and her twin brother, Leander, are the youngest of Edgard and Sibyl Chastain's six children. She’s technically the youngest since she was born five minutes after Leander.

Tessa was raised from birth to be a proficient thief. Her father, Edgard, is a renowned member of the Zhentarim. They mostly focus on stealing and smuggling. Tessa grew up learning to live life in the underbelly of the city. She never knew anything else, even though she always wished she could have the life of a “normal girl.”

She came to Baldur's Gate with her father on Zhentarim business when she was abducted and infected with a tadpole. It was their first time in the city, so the Chastains aren't a familiar face to the local Zhentarim members.

Likes: The thrill of stealing, fighting, helping people, taking care of the poor and the sick, reading, writing, animals (especially dogs/wolves), nighttime, rainy mornings, adventuring, music, and cold weather

Dislikes: Hot weather, hurting good people, nobility/the wealthy, bugs, abuses of power, and cruelty

Fears: She’s afraid of ending up alone. She’s also afraid she deserves to be alone. She questions if she’s actually a good person on an almost daily basis. She's terrified of growing older and having a life full of regrets. She feels as thought a lot of it has already passed her by.

Quirks: I don’t know if this counts as a quirk, but her left hand is her dominant hand. She likes to tap her foot like a rabbit, even when she isn’t nervous. People often mistake it for a nervous tick. It’s just something she’s always done. She has a loud laugh that she’s insecure about.

Mental Health: Tessa has daddy issues. Her father takes advantage of her and she’s desperate to earn his approval. She ties her self-worth to other people’s opinion of her. She often falls for terrible people because she’s so desperate to be loved. Her father never really showed her what it’s like to be properly cared for, and it shows. She doesn't even realize how bad her self-esteem is.

Favorite Foods: Sun-Dappled Paella and Cranberry Cake

Favorite Drinks: Tea and Brandy

Favorite Flower: Roses

Height:  5’7”/173 cm

Skin: Beige.

Hair:  Brown but with a slight ginger tint.

Eyes:  Green.

Color Scheme:  Generally, she wears whatever lets her hide in her environment. She wears a lot of blacks, greens, and browns. Back in her hometown, it’s not unusual for her to don white colors to blend into the snow.

When she’s dressing just for herself, she’ll wear blues and greens.

Fashion Sense: She’s mostly practical when it comes to her clothing. As a thief, she can’t really afford to be too gaudy or flashy. Everything she wears has a specific purpose. She is usually hiding behind the Shadow of Menzoberranzan cowl.

In the rare occasions she can dress for the sake of looking nice, she does like to wear intricate gowns. If you’re going to be a criminal, why not enjoy the fruits of your labor and have a nice dress or two?

She does have tattoos, including a rose tattoo on the left side of her neck.

Family:

Blue — 5. He’s Tessa’s pet winter wolf. He’s intelligent and cunning. He was orphaned by a hunter as a pup before Tessa found and adopted him. Her love and care led to him to be a big teddy bear of a wolf. He's back in Bryn Shander.

Edgard Chastain — 60. Edgard is Tessa’s father and the one who led the entire family down the path of crime. He’s a charismatic guy, but he has his struggles and insecurities. He is plagued by self-loathing and depression, often acting on his worse impulses.

He wants to be liked, but he also wants to be feared as a criminal, putting him in conflict with himself. He can be selfish and self-serving, leading him to betray his loved ones or hurt them deeply. He’s corrupted his relationships with his ex-wife and children over the years. Tessa is desperate to believe he'll change.

Sibyl Lisette Chastain — 60. Sibyl is Edgard’s ex-wife and the mother of Tessa and her brothers. After Edgard cheated on her, she left him. It’s clear Tessa takes after her mother. Sibyl is cheerful, optimistic, and excited to live life. She’s heartbroken when her children repeat Edgard’s mistakes and she can’t stop it from happening.

She had dreams of becoming a writer, but she fell in love with Edgard when they were both 17. Within months of dating, Sibyl became pregnant. After that, Sibyl became a criminal, losing the ability to pursue her dream career. She continues to write even if she never shares it with anyone.

Conrad Chastain — 40. He’s the eldest Chastain child. He has a somewhat normal life. While he does work in the black market, he has a loving wife and two children. He’s a loving father, calm, and level-headed, but he has a very dad sense of humor.

Flynn Chastain — 38. Flynn is the flirtatious brother and he has several lovers. It’s also likely he has bastard children out in the world he’s never met.

Gavin Chastain — 37. He’s intelligent, but irresponsible and self-sabotaging. He fears being rejected and failing, so he engages in self-destructive behavior.

Emile Chastain — 36. He’s the quiet Chastain child. He’s not happy with his lot in life, but he doesn’t complain. He always wants to do the right thing, but he’s often scared to say anything that goes “against the family.”

Leander Chastain — 35. He’s Tessa’s twin. He and Tessa grew apart as they became adults. He’s a bard rogue who loves music. Leander is repeating a lot of his father’s mistakes, even if he thinks of himself as better than Edgard. He’s a great thief, but he’s been burning his own bridges and fighting his own demons. He’s a charismatic social butterfly. He hides his demons from Tessa and the rest of his family.

Marta Chastain — 39. She’s Conrad’s loving and doting wife. She works a normal job, keeping the family with one foot in respectable society. She’s a teacher and hides the fact she’s married to a criminal.

Tem Chastain — 11. Tem is Conrad and Marta’s oldest child. He’s a silly and goofy kid who has no idea his father is a thief.

Kara Chastain — 8. Kara is Conrad and Marta’s youngest. She’s a sweet little girl with a mischievous streak.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #baldurs gate tav #tav bg3 #tav x gale #tav oc #baldurs gate 3 #tav baldur's gate #baldur's gate 3 tav #bg3 oc #dnd oc #dnd character

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skellyflowers · 3 days

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Royal Ball

Masterlist

Vessel x reader

Sleep will be referred to as “Queen Jeinnv”

Vessel will be referred to as “Prince Adrian”

II will be referred to as “Prince Roddric”

III will be referred to as “Dilan, Duke of Elderstock”

IV will be referred to as “ Edgard, Duke of Haverlem”

We were a noble family. Not very high ranked but still we are part of the nobility. My father is known as the “New Money Baron'' by other noble families. My father was given his new title directly by Her Majesty Queen Jeinnv. For his diligent work in The Litchgrave Botanical Garden, Her Majesty’s private gardens. My father was able to save the Queen’s favorite Willow tree grove from root rot. After rescuing the trees She named my father Baron of Hazelvale.

The new position gave my father a pension, a manor house and full time staff. It was like a dream come true. I was no longer the middle daughter of a gardener, I was the middle daughter of a Baron. My mother wasted no time getting all manner of tutors, instructors and seamstress for me, my two sisters and my two brothers. We were to be educated and dressed like the family of a Baron.

All of my siblings had found a niche. Both of my brothers, Alfred and Andrew, were excellent at horse riding and hunting. My eldest sister Quinn was as graceful as a swan when she danced. My younger sister Maddie was the next great poet of our time. I had found my love of the piano and reading. And my mother was glad to have someone to watch the twins Thomas and Alice. They're only 7 years old.

It had only been a month of being named Baron before an invitation from the Queen arrived at our front door. It was an invitation to a ball to celebrate Prince Adrian’s birthday. The ball will be in two weeks under the full moon. All members of the nobility were invited and the high ranking lords.

After my father read the invitation out loud my mother set off to find the greatest dance instructors and dressmakers in the whole kingdom. For me and my siblings each day for the next two weeks would be spent being fitted for clothes, learning to waltz, the rules of fine dining or sleeping.

When the actual night of the ball came the house was a frenzy of activity. The staff were helping in every way they could. They were helping us dress, fixing our hair, applying makeup and getting the carriage ready.

“Mother, is all of this really needed?” Asked Quinn. All three of us are in floor length gowns, opera gloves and corsets. Quinn is in a champagne dress, Maddie in sky blue and my dress is lilac. “We are going to a masked ball after all.”

“My children will be the envy of everyone at the ball.” Mother declared. “This night is not just about dressing up and having fun. It is your debut in society and a chance for all of you to make powerful connections.”

“Mommy we want to go too!” cried Alice.

“When you're older and ready to climb the ladder of society my little loves. Tonight is about your brothers and sisters.”

“Your mother is right.” said my father as we walked into the main entryway. “I have it on good authority that the Queen is using the ball to find wives for Prince Adrian and Prince Roddric.” We all fall quiet as the father continues. “I also know that Her Majesty has invited some foreign nobility too.”

I breakout in a cold sweat. I can’t help the sudden feeling of dread. My sisters have always been social butterflies. And now hearing how much is riding on tonight makes me think I am going to be sick. Maddie noticed my slow building panic and put her hand in mine. I take a slow deep breath.

“Your carriage is ready Baron.” called one of the staff members.

“Excellent! Let us head off family.”

And with that declaration my parents, brothers, sisters and I head off to the ball. We say goodbye and good night to Alice, who is still pouting, and Thomas who is nearly asleep. As the carriage pulls away from the manor I can't help but to think about how much my life has changed. I’m on my way to a Royal Ball.

#sleep token #sleep token x reader #vessel x reader #sleep token fanfiction

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jelly-and-strawberries · 10 months

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Moments where they fall more in love with you ft. The Eldarya non-datables ♡

Keroshane

– when you give him butterfly kisses – when you shamelessly flirt with him – when you read books together while holding each other – when you bake sweets for him – when you give him handmade gifts – when you listen to him even if he has been interrupted by others – when you help him paint his nails (why did I just notice he has his nails painted?!) – when you visit the library just as an excuse to see him – when you greet his seryphon familiar – when you remember the names of his favorite books – when you thank him with kisses

[Adult] Chrome

– when you make a weird secret handshake for the both of you to share – when you offer to feed him by hand – when you scratch him behind his ears – when you randomly decide to flash him in the middle of his paperwork – when you call him hubby even if you aren't married yet – when you give him headpads – when you lean into his chest whenever you need comfort – when you try a new recipe and ask him to taste test – when you are kissing and you decide to bite his lip – when you notice how hard he has been working and praise him for it

Tenjin

– when you get all doll up to go see him – when you follow his footsteps while walking in the snow – when you carefully wash him up after he returns to the room cover in blood that isn't his and you ask no questions – when you instintively hide behind him whenever you're scared of something – when you get shy everytime he takes his clothes off – when you get all flustered only because of one kiss – when you bring him a coat even though he doesn't feel the cold – when you know he is onto something shady, but you trust him and do nothing to stop him – when you make something that he doesn't expect, like initiating a make out session because you missed his touch – when you realize how terrible and cunning he is, but you still stay by his side

Edgard

– when you say that you would have liked to know him back at Earth – when you notice he's homesick and you do anything just to see him smile – when you show him how beautiful Eldarya can be – when you involve him in conversations since you know he's still shy around faeries – when you gift him a familiar, so he doesn't feel alone – when you comfort him whenever he has panic attacks about his time in Genkaku – when you go out of your way to explain him something – when you look at him with pride after a good training session together – when you wear his shirts with nothing under it – when you cut his hair when it starts to get too long – when you wake him up with a sweet kiss every morning

Hope you like it ♡

It's my 1st. time writing for Edgard, I would like to think I nailed it (?

#eldarya #eldarya the origins #eldarya a new era #eldarya new era #eldarya ane #eldarya to #eldarya headcanon #eldarya chrome #eldarya leiftan #eldarya ezarel #eldarya lance #eldarya nevra #eldarya valkyon #Eldarya tenjin #Eldarya edgard #eldarya kero #Eldarya keroshane

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miatsai · 29 days

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sometimes, i edit. (actually, the majority of the time, i edit; i'm an incidental writer.)

and i help edit at Giganotosaurus, a SFF magazine helmed by LaShawn M. Wanak, and today, GNS has been announced as a Hugo finalist in the Best Semiprozine category. LOOK

y'all. I didn't think we'd be here. I believe in the quality of our stories and it's been many hours of work but I thought we'd be a small but mighty magazine forever because there are so many other titans in the short fiction space. BUT. Hot damn, we're Hugo finalists!

I have so much gratitude to everyone who's helped GNS get to where it is. Not just LaShawn and Edgard, but the slush team and the reviewers, especially Charles, who puts us in Locus every single month, and Maria and Jay, who are regular readers and reviewers. Really, I've got nothing else I can say other than please read our stories, even if you're ineligible to vote. We really just want to show everyone what our authors can do.

#giganotosaurus #sff #sff short fiction #hugo awards #hugo finalist

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yo-yo-yoshiko · 9 months

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Lord Edgard by @statescartoons

Everyone should go read the webcomic this character is from, its incredible, I have feelings about it aaaahah!

#tales of a kingdom #webcomic #indie comics #art fight #artfight 2023 #ed boyyyyyy i love himmmm #love to see him do his thing #do your best edgard i'm cheering for you!#i will take any chance i can get to shill this comic #major respect for states' work... super cool wowee zowie!#i'm typing this at 3am and have too much energy alfkjalekjf forgive me

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noxith-sky · 4 months

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Confession; I haven't read anymore Brandon Sanderson books after the mistborn series (era one) because it had such a bad relationship with gender. I think Vin would explode if I told her trans people exist.

This is from my memory so finer points might be missing but

Vin assigning TenSoon (goo person with no gender) as Male. Despite TenSoon trying to explain their culture, Vin "just knows" TenSoon is male.

Vin being unable to explain gender to the Koloss (race along the lines of an ogre, large dumb brutes) and unable to think of a way to define women without striping naked and showing them her genitalia ((she does not actually do this, just thinks about it))

Sazed doesn't count as a man because he was castrated. An ancient prophecy uses gender neutral pronouns, but is best translated as 'it' and Sazed is the person the prophecy is referencing.

Vin just not having any female role models?? Everyone else in the crew was male. Like, she had a whole crisis about being a powerful warrior but still liking dresses. There were other female mistborn! Vin killed one! The court was a whole big central plot point in book one. About the power the women had in society and the conflict while they wore dresses at parties. This felt super awkward. Like no one in the society was saying women can't be powerful warriors in dresses. Idk where Vin got that idea. It would have been easily fixed if she just had one female role model.

Breeze (aka Edgard) dating Allrianne. I remember Allrianne being like a lot younger the Breeze, maybe even a teenager. Sazed is even is uncomfortable with the age gap. But its justified cause like, shes immune to his magic? Or they're magic is compatible? They cancel each other magic out? wtf was that?

The whole thing with Spook being a stalker and developing romantic feeling for the woman he's spying on. Yikes my guy.

#personal #negative #mistborn #brandon sanderson #gender #sorry but #i liked the first book #but the other two were train wrecks omg

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klintly · 7 months

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Main characters from The5Screens - Pt. 1

In this blog I will be showing the character sheets I made for my universe. I have a total of 50 ocs, each with its own story and characteristics.

Note: each blog will have 10 characters (which is the maximum number of images that can be placed on a blog), totaling 5 blogs.

I didn't choose to post each character separately on a single blog for reasons of:

Laziness.

Not understanding a character's story as it could end up being linked to other stories.

One character is trash, but the other might be a little more interesting.

I know, reading is suffering for some.

1. Edgard

2. Agatha

3. Mileena

4. Crenk

5. Dead-Eye

6. Walder

7. Kelly

8. Clanny

9. Benjamin

10. Edith

#my characters #my ocs #oc design #character sheet #original character #writers #my oc art #character design

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a-vampire-culturelover · 2 years

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Garbage gets possessed by a demon- the crackfic where that’s literally it >:)

"Moon, what's Halloween?" Garbage asked his friend, sprawled on the floor and purring out of bored. Moon gave him this funny look, indicating he was being stupid about something and was about to be made fun of per usual. "You're...joking right?" "No seriously what's Halloween?"

Moon then began to explain to him about the holiday, and even brought out a mysterious little board. An oujia board apparently.

“So you just use this board to talk to ghost and demons?” Garbage said as the lights were turned off and candles were lit. Moon and Garbage grabbed the piece as they asked it questions of whether it was here and if it intended to arm. And it was going all well and good until Garbage decided to flirt with it. "Hey baby, are you a demon? Because I want you to possess me~" Garbage flirted with the board as it suddenly shook. Out of nowhere, Garbage's gave a loud and long wheeze, his bones cracking as his body shifted and was seized by the demon that once was communicating from the board. A black liquid began to flow from his now darkened eyes as the possession finished with a loud snap. The now possessed-Garbage mumbled ancient words as it climbed the ceiling and surveyed the room. A new person had entered the room, being Abbadon, a friend of the two.

So imagine his surprise when he sees Garbage with a demon influencing him, an unholy screech coming from the vampire-cat on the ceiling, as suddenly Moon grabbed his hand and dragged him to a salt circle; And keeping the demon inside of Garbage's bod from coming any closer. "What the fuck did I walk into?!" Abbadon questioned the short vampire, unsure of why their tarot-reading activities would be postponed due to her and Garbage being dumbasses again. Moon rolled her eyes as she explained she was just showing Garbage what Halloween was, prompting another question from Abaddon on 'Why the fuck would you get him possessed in order to show him what the holiday was like??'

After a minute or two, Abadon saw his beloved Tarantula, Nautilus, on a table nearby, right below where a possessed Garbage was on the ceiling. Fearing for his little buddy, Abbadon risked it by rushing to get the small spider, coddling them in his pale hands. Unbeknownst to him this was not Nautilus, rather it was a trap for the demon in the apartment. Abbadon suddenly contorted and writhed in pain as the demon took ahold of him too, Moon giving another eyeroll as she took the board and communicated with the demon again. Hey sorry about Garbage, he’s just a dumbass that flirts with things because he can.

Oh ok. Say you wouldn’t happen to know Edgard would you?

Why yes, he’s my adoptive father.

Sweet.

And just like that, everyone went back to normal. Abbadon went to check on his tarantula in a hurry, while Garbage left exhausted from his posession, grumbling about Eustace and his grandkid Rodney as he left.

#short little crackfic :3 #adventure time stakes #stakes #adventure time ocs #adventure time the moon #tw demon possession

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narvaldetierra · 8 months

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The betrayal [2/5]

Summary: After their fight, Patterson and Tasha have a really bad night. The next day isn't much better, but their friends try to help them.

Tags: Angst. Established relationship. Canon divergence. Nightmares. Past trauma. Confidence issues. Words: 2678 A/N: I didn't want to post this until I finished the next chapter's translations, but it's taking me more than I wanted to and it's been a while since I posted anything (fanfic related). So here I am. Disclaimer: As always, English isn't my first language.

Part 1 / Part 2 Read it too in Ao3

~ Hurt like this ~

“Hello? Is someone there?” Patterson asked, getting only an echo in response. Reluctantly took two steps forward. It was so dark that she could barely see what was in front of her. “I know you're there” insisted when she heard some whispers. Hurried footsteps sounded behind her, followed by more echoing, but when she suddenly turned around, she saw nothing. Instinctively she reached for the gun in her waistband. It wasn't there. She clenched her hands into fists and prepared to face whatever was coming for her.

Ropes emerged from the darkness as if they were alive, and wrapped around her wrists and ankles. She tried to fight against them, but they were stronger than they seemed. Suddenly she was tied up to the wall. No, it wasn't a wall anymore. She was lying down on a wooden table, and her heart skipped a beat as she recognized those boards.

“Patterson,” Borden said, his voice echoing from the penumbra.

“No.” The word escaped her mouth in an unconscious whisper.

“Patterson... I just wanted to see you.”

“No! You can't do this to me anymore.” She squirmed on the table, struggling with her restraints.

“Patterson, why didn't you let me see you?”

“I don’t want to see you!”

“But I'm right here.”

The voice whispered right over her ear, no echo in the sound, sending a shiver down her spine. Although she felt his presence right next to her, she couldn't see him. Patterson pursed her lips and clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “Go away,” she said with a calm she didn't feel and a firmness that kept her voice from trembling.

“I am here for you.”

His fingertips ran along her left arm, from her shoulder to her wrist. Patterson tensed her muscles under his touch, closed her eyes tightly, and turned her head to her right.

“Go away,” she repeated, feeling that she didn't have much strength left.

“Open your eyes, don't you want to see me?”

“GO AWAY!” She woke up screaming those words, tangled in her own sheets.

She was in her apartment, amber street light filtering through the window. She was covered in sweat, gasping for breath, her hands still shaking. Patterson forced herself to take three deep breaths to calm down before she was able to release herself from the sheet that imprisoned her. It had been months since the last nightmare with Borden, she really wished that had been the last one, but seeing him again had stirred up a lot of things inside her.

She sat on the edge of the bed, placed the soles of her feet on the icy floor, and clutched her hands over her knees in her pajama pants. “It wasn't real,” said to herself, “it was just a nightmare. He's not here, and he won't be ever again.” The blonde looked at the clock on her bedside table, it was barely three in the morning. It took her a couple of minutes to let go of the horrible feeling she had woken up with. Then she went to the kitchen for some water.

Patterson knew that trying to go back to sleep was pointless, her mind would torment her with reiterative thoughts, revisiting a series of memories that she didn't need to relive that night. Instead, kicking some asses with Aloy could serve as a distraction; even when she wouldn't be exactly kicking. The blonde turned on her gaming console and settled into the living room couch with a blanket, ready to spend the night playing.

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On the other side of town, Tasha arrived at her apartment, helped by Reade. She was completely drunk, as she had drowned her sorrows in booze.

“I ruined it… I ruined everything,” she babbled repeatedly hanging from Reade's neck. Every step was a challenge.

“No, you didn't, but you shouldn't have drunk that much.”

“Maybe I should call her,” she suggested slurring her words, reaching into her pocket for her cell phone.

“Is not there. I won't let you call her, not like this.”

“Hey, Reade…” she mumbled, still digging in her pocket, as if there was some spot she hadn't checked, “I think– I think I lost my cell phone.”

“No, you didn't, I have it.” He insisted, crossing the room to take her to her bedroom.

“Reade, I have to go back for my cell phone, I have lots of confidential data there.” He didn't answer. “And photos, I have pictures of us from last summer. Oh, I love to see her face!"

After a few attempts and stumbles, they made it to the bedroom. Reade made her sit on the bed and she curled up hugging her pillow. He removed her boots and covered Tasha with a blanket.

“Are you going to be okay if I left you here?” He asked, backing up a few steps, but got no response. Looking at her, he realized that she had already fallen asleep.

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Around 5 a.m. Patterson was no longer tired, probably because of the two cups of coffee she had drunk. Thus, she decided to go to the lab, so she could decrypt Roman's message. She knew there must be some important reason for so much encryption. And she wasn't wrong. Like always, she took care to get all possible intel before the team got to the lab.

Patterson had been sure that if she just concentrated on doing her job, she could get through the day; after a few failed attempts to keep Tasha out of team meetings, Patterson realized it wouldn't be that easy.

As soon as Tasha arrived, Patterson's heart skipped a beat. Even when the blond tried to remain stoic, she couldn't hold her gaze and immediately turned her eyes back to her beloved screens, hiding in them. If she had looked at Tasha a bit closely, she probably would have noticed the brunette's hangover still fading from the night before. However, Patterson didn't let Tasha talk to her about anything else than work.

Luckily she was able to send Rich to the field in order to access Vanessa Baker's computer. Thus, as soon as she could, she walked away with the silliest excuse she could make, leaving Tasha and Reade alone in the lab.

“It can't keep like this,” he said.

“It's ok, I can take it.”

“You shouldn't have to. As sub-director, I can't let this interfere with the job either. I'll talk to her.”

“No, let her be. She has the right to be angry.”

Tasha knew that Patterson was hurt, and she could be sure a little bit scared too. Patterson's anger would probably not go away for several days and, even if it hurt for Tasha, she wanted to respect her space. The only thing she hated more than hurting Patterson was not being able to be there for her after she had to see Borden again. Tasha was well aware of all that such an encounter would have caused.

“It won't mess with the job, really. Let me handle this.” The brunette left to make the relevant reports for Keaton, determined to hide behind her work to avoid thinking about the mess it was her personal life.

However, Reade wasn't happy with that decision. Fortunately for him, he was not the only one within the team thinking about making a minimal intervention and he would soon find out.

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Patterson needed to work in a quiet place, where there weren't chances to run into Tasha, or anyone else from the team looking at her like she was about to break. The requirement room Rich had shown to her was perfect for that. Patterson couldn't believe she had been working there for that long without knowing anything about that place.

Without many options to choose from, she sat over a table with her legs crossed and the tablet on her lap, working in the half-light. She had much to do, too many things to plan and it wasn't even up to her to get access to Blake Crawford's beneficense. She hated it when such important things were out of her control.

After a couple of hours, she got interrupted.

“So here is where you hide,” Rich said, standing in the door frame.

“Who said I was hiding?”

“Well, I've been looking for you for a while now.”

“What do you need, Rich?”

“Avery got invited to Blake Crawford's event. We need to set up everything.”

“Good. I'll be right there.”

He was about to withdraw, but at the last moment, he changed his mind and went back on his tracks. Rich looked at Patterson for a bit and then he got closer.

“Hey…”

“What?” A stern look on her face.

“I just wanted to know... how are you.”

Patterson stared at him hesitantly for a moment, but Rich's tone was calm and sincere, without all the paraphernalia and banter that was usually his personal trademark.

“I'm ok,” she said without sounding convinced at all.

Rich raised an eyebrow in disbelief but said nothing.

“Fine, I'm not okay,” she confessed, avoiding meeting his gaze. “Being in the same room is harder than I thought it would be. Listening to her voice… I'm doing my best, but–”

“But you feel something inside you that crawls scratching your chest, alongside an uncontrollable urge to scream from the depths of your lungs.”

Patterson looked at him confused, “I was going to say that– I can't help but feel miserable every time I see her. But yeah, I guess that too.”

“Oh!”

“Is there something you want to share?”

“Nah, I'm good. I just– I had some low days because of Boston.” He shrugged. “Take all the time you need, I'll be setting up everything.”

“Thanks, Rich,” Patterson said, “this version of you is rare, but I like it.”

“Don't get used to it, I don't plan to make it a regular thing.”

---

Blake Crawford's mission kept them busy enough to keep them apart the rest of the day. However, while the field team was looking for Hank Crawford and Roman, the team in the lab was able to hear a conversation between Jane and Zapata. Jane's words immediately caught Patterson's attention, especially when she talked about forgiveness.

For some reason, Reade thought that it was the best moment to make his intervention too. But Patterson had her walls all up and was reluctant to anything they could tell her about forgiving.

“Are you seriously telling me that you still trust her?”

“You’re angry, I get it. But you have to move on. If this team is gonna function I'm gonna need you to work with her the same you've always had. Understood?”

There were many things Patterson would love to say to Reade, she could go on that argue for a very long time. But at the end of the day, he was her boss, besides Tasha's best friend; she knew it was pointless and they were in the middle of a mission. So she swallowed her words and biting her tongue just nodded, not being happy at all.

“Hey, how about we just focus on the current mission? Our team is on the field right now.” Rich intervened, calling their attention to the monitors and the team's actions, in what could be one of the most delicate missions they had ever faced.

But at the end of the day, they failed. Roman had betrayed them, to no one's surprise, and Crawford had escaped, leaving them without any proof against him. They had managed to stop a dangerous terrorist, but that didn't matter, the team was frustrated. After the events of the last few days, they needed a win. Having come so close to getting it, made that not succeeding feel even worse.

Jane and Kurt left for their apartment with Avery, intending to have a little family dinner to lift their spirits.

Tasha was about to leave when she saw Patterson walking to the elevator. The brunette stopped and looked at the blond from the distance. She had to suppress the urge to come closer and talk to her. The whole day she kept thinking about all the things she wanted to say and how badly she wanted to make it right, but she knew it wasn't the moment.

The elevator's doors opened and Patterson went in, leaving alone. Then Tasha saw Reade calling her from his office.

“What happened?”

“I just wanted to know how are you.”

“I'm fine Reade. You don't have to ask every two minutes. I am a grown-up adult and I can live with the consequences of my actions.”

“I know, I just know that it has been hard. That's it.”

Tasha pursed her lips and nodded feebly without encouragement.

“Hey, I talked to Meg. Want to come to dinner tonight?”

“I'd love that, but I really need to lie down, this headache is killing me. can we leave it for another day?”

“Ok.”

“Leave my regards to Meg.”

"I will."

---

When Patterson arrived at her apartment, she slumped on the couch. She was ready to forget about that day. She wasn't even planning to eat, just wanted to find a movie on the TV to turn off her brain until fell asleep. Switching channels, nothing caught her attention, she felt apathetic about everything; until she came across a channel that was broadcasting a remastered version of Labyrinth. It was a classic that she had always enjoyed and a movie that Tasha hadn't watched until the blond took it upon herself to change that, on a rainy afternoon.

While David Bowie sang 'As the World Falls Down', the memory of the two of them huddled together on the couch with a bowl of popcorn filled her mind, staining her perception of the film. Suddenly she felt as overwhelmed as the girl in the movie and had to turn off the TV. Even then, Patterson still couldn't shake that feeling of nostalgia and sadness, followed by anger. She threw the remote control across the room, which felt good and soon she was overcome with the urge to throw more things. Her cushions, a souvenir of a visit to Pier 39 in San Francisco, the mug in which Tasha used to drink her morning coffee when she spent the night there.

With every object she threw against the wall, a scream came out of her mouth and she didn't realize she was crying, until she stopped and collapsed on the floor, exhausted. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her breathing agitated. She held her head with both hands, elbows on her knees that were against her chest.

The sound of the doorbell calmed her enough to get up and hold back her crying, if only for a moment. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand as she approached the door.

“Who's there?” She asked as she peered through the peephole.

“Patty Cakes!” Rich's voice from the other side exclaimed in an overly enthusiastic tone.

Patterson looked around her, at the mess she had done. “What are you doing here Rich?”

“Aren't you even going to open the door for me?”

“Just answer.”

“Ok, ok. I wanted to know if you felt like having a drink with me.”

“Rich, I appreciate the invitation, but–” she sighed and closed her eyes, feeling that the tears wanted to take hold of her again. “It'll have to be another time, I was about to sleep.”

“Are you sure? I have a great scotch.”

“Please!” she insisted, her voice cracked.

“Patterson, are you crying?"

She didn't answer. Rich could hear sobs from the other side.

"I just–” his tone was serious, “I just want to be here for you.”

“Then just let me be, okay?” She leaned her back against the door and slid down until sat on the floor. “Please, please! Forget what you just heard and walk away. I just want to be alone.”

Chagrined, he leaned his hand against the door in silence. He left the bottle on the ground and walked away speechless.

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